Story Behind The Song

This record was written with the intent concretely clarify where Rappin' Mitch stands as it relates to the Charlotte Hip-Hop scene, broken friendships and black entrepreneurship.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah yeah
I'm from Charlotte man
West side off Tuckaseegee Road to be exact umm
And all I ever wanted to be was one the coldest rappers
Out of town
So whenever I come thru it's important to step heavy

[Verse 1]
Walk up in this bih yea, walk up in this ugh
Walk up in this bih yeah, let a nigga hit ugh
Pop up in this bih ugh
Pop up in this bih like I'm Pops up in this bitch
I whip pots up in this bitch
I'm with top up in this bih
Big old chopper in this bih
I ain't playing what you with
I had niggas, I burnt bridges, now I kick it in my ship, ugh
No cap, nigga no cap, nigga whats cap if you headless
I'm aggressive dog that raw meat
That's raw meat that they fed us
I'm reckless dog, I'm reckless dog
I swear society failed us
Hop up in the whip like, catch us nigga, catch us
Don't mail me notta, don't mail me notta
Nah nigga don't address us

[Hook]
Roll up on them niggas with the roll out (Roll out)
Empty magazines what you should know bout (Know bout)
Play a song clip with the volume up (Volume up)
Hundred drum, hundred drum, loud as fuck (Loud as fuck)

Sponsor campaigns aim it sideways (Sideways)
Take a slice out 'em leave 'em pie faced (Pie faced)
Play a song clip with the volume up (Volume up)
Hundred drum, hundred drum, loud as fuck (Loud as fuck)
X2

[Verse 2]
Ugh this that drawback, ugh
Never that backtrack, ugh
This that reflect, ugh
Never that Keith Sweat, ugh
This that mismatch, ugh
Just that Mitch Back, ugh
This that kick back, we broke up now we big back, ugh
This that all day, ugh
Project hallway, ugh
This that murder flow, ugh
This ain't radio, ugh
This that die tonight, if you ain't riding right, by a forty four, ugh
This that we was family, we was bruh bruh till you left bruh

[Hook]
Roll up on them niggas with the roll out (Roll out)
Empty magazines what you should know bout (Know bout)
Play a song clip with the volume up (Volume up)
Hundred drum, hundred drum, loud as fuck (Loud as fuck)

Sponsor campaigns aim it sideways (Sideways)
Take a slice out 'em leave 'em pie faced (Pie faced)
Play a song clip with the volume up (Volume up)
Hundred drum, hundred drum, loud as fuck (Loud as fuck)
X2

[Verse 3]
Ugh this that best kept
Secret, flow death threats, ugh
This that paranoia, better hid the formula
Nigga where it at, ugh
This that room cloudy
Fuck nigga better move around me
Pre-rolls in a mason jar
Life's short in these days of ours
Forgiveness and ignorance be both apart of our final hours
Flow sharp as shark teeth
That's jaws nigga I refine my powers
Whole neck got diamond stones
Dracula, blood still on 'em
I mix mud, all Earth tones
Triple cups, three Styrofoams, ugh
This ain't tight jeans nigga
This that Freddie night dreams nigga
This ain't sirens nigga
This that Wolf pack night screams nigga
That ain't middle man this bigger plans that owner shit
This that validation our corporations black ownership